The fact that I am living in such a big, international city is still astounding to me, and one that I have not fully comprehended quite yet. That I can venture around this seven mile by seven mile peninsula and go from the high class, rich world of Nob Hill, down to the business world of the Financial District, down to the hispanic and hipster area of the Mission, and back over through Chinatown to my current living situation in the Inner Richmond is quite fascinating. You really can cater your experiences here based on what area of SF you’re in. And this of course ignores all of the neighborhoods and such of the East Bay cities of Berkeley and Oakland! The choices here are endless upon endless. I’ve been trying to figure out what area I want to live in, but really, housing here is so competitive that I’m just going to take what I can get.
Here’s what I’ve been doing lately, as I’ve taken this free time of mine to explore the city as much as possible:
Tuesday:
- I bought my first Clipper card, which I can use for the Muni (busses) and the BART (subway). For $72/month I have unlimited use of these public transportation wonders, which is definitely cheaper than all the gas and oil I was filling my oil-sucking 2001 Chevy Prism up with. I now feel like an official city resident!
- Jess and I took the 33 bus down some winding hills over through the Castro district (considered the LGBT neighborhood of SF) and over into the Mission District. The Mission is the hispanic area of SF and it’s also the hub of all things hipster in SF, so there’s no end to awesome coffee shops, cheap bars, vintage clothes, and overflowing bookstores in this area. Everyone dresses about twenty times cooler than I do, which really isn’t much of a feat.
- First stop in the Mission: Dog Eared Books, where I bought an awesome book called “Broke Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in San Francisco”. It has already proved very helpful, since my ass is very broke indeed.
- Mission Dolores Park: Stunning views of downtown can be seen from the top of the hill in this park that is situated between the Castro and the Mission. Yet there are also many a view of the shirtless, speedo wearing greased up gay men laying in the sun together and eating popsicles. Hmm. Also vendors were going around in the park selling cold beer and, no joke, hash brownies. Welcome to San Francisco stereotypes!
- Bi-Rite Ice Cream: A staple of the Mission, which when I visited in April had lines out the door and around the corner.
- Through the hipster area of the Mission, we ventured up Mission Street through the heart of the hispanic district, where people set up shop on the sidewalks to sell heart attack inducing bacon wrapped hot dogs sizzling on their hot plates or some sort of fruity yogurty concoctions.
- Taking the BART (or as I have started calling it “the Homer”) over to the East Bay, past the crazy inspiration for Star Wars Empire Strikes Back AT-ATs ship dock unloaders, Jess and I went to Old Oakland to meet up with Jess’ friend, Laura Feldman, who is in the Bay Area until the end of October while her cruise ship she’s working on is docked.
- Enjoying the most delicious sangria ever and a wonderful fried gouda, sauteed onion, and salsa covered snack at a tequila bar in Old Oakland, while periodically going outside to catch up with Ande and Elizabeth on the phone
- Going to this awesome beer lovers bar called The Trappist with Jess and Laura and sampling some delicious Belgian wheat beer. This is after Laura got her toenail accidentally ripped off by the bartender, who bought her a free meal and beer all night to make up for it. Sitting out under the warm, night sky on the picnic table patio reminded me so much of the Meanwhile, well, minus the giant robot, unicorn, monkey, squirrel mural of course.
- After making our way back to SF, we waited and waited impatiently outside this Irish pub for a bus to come and pick us up downtown. The owner was outside putting up the patio chairs and, with his amazing Irish accent, he looked up bus departure times on his smart phone and told us the fastest route home. The Irish man and I then proceeded to laugh as we made fun of the impatient, entitled, drunken businessmen sitting at his bar.
- Lunch with Jess and Steph at Mama Buzz Cafe in Oakland, per Kelley’s suggestion of one of her favorite Oakland places. I got something called the Bunny Bagel…hopefully because it had marinated carrots and not any bunny bits.
- Sitting under a huge stone gazebo by Lake Merritt in Oakland, we watched a couple spin, twirl, and whip their legs around in some awesome ballroom dancing moves.
- From Oakland and up to Berkeley by the BART, Jess and I were overwhelmed by all the smart people of Berkeley scurrying to and fro from class, to stores, and to their dorms. Berkeley is the university, just as Ann Arbor is U of M.
- How to describe Berkeley aside from the university? Well, you have your crusties with their dogs, sitting on the sidewalks, and then there’s the artists creating and selling outside of stores, or the buskers strumming away on their guitars, or the hippie types hanging out in the People’s Park. It’s basically just Eastown times about…let’s say 150%. Let me just put it this way: Jess was in desperate need of some eye drops because her eyes have been really dry, so I suggested going into the Walgreens right on Telegraph Ave. And there we see a stereotyping epitomization of Berkeley: the rows of eye drops are all locked behind plastic windows due to the high level of theft of this hot commodity! So we had to call one of the attendants to unlock it, and she had to walk it to the counter for us to purchase. Completely unreal!
- Post-university wanderings and due to exhaustion from climbing so many stairs and hills, I further mastered my control of public transportation and got us back home.